Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

The banquet wasn't over yet, so Nicholas still hadn't left.

He found a quiet corner to pour himself a drink, although it wasn't clear what he was waiting for. I clearly didn't need him, and I even slapped him.

His hand paused mid-air as the glass hovered near his lips. For a moment, he seemed lost, but his gaze quickly sharpened as someone approached. His expression grew cold.

Pete had no trouble finding Nicholas. Nicholas had this indescribable presence. Wherever the coldest, loneliest spot in the hall was, that was where Nicholas could be found. Yet, people couldn't help but be drawn toward him. "You're like a goddamn ghost, haunting us everywhere we go!"

Pete didn't know where his strength came from. But somehow he grabbed Nicholas, who was much larger, by the collar and hoisted him off his stool.

Nicholas was caught off guard and stumbled as Pete dragged him up.

"Looking for a fight?" Nicholas's voice was cold.

"Damn right! I've been wanting to beat your ass for years!"

this beating sooner was that Pete hadn't been

slammed against the sleek elevator wall with a loud thud. But instead of

the curious onlookers. He then said in a low voice, "I was thinking the

soon as he finished speaking, he launched

tilted his head

dodging the blow. The purch only grazed a few strands of his

en

of a better way to get a free pass to land a punch on Pete

other was a fashion mogul controlling the wallets of the world's wealthiest women. Yet, here they were, fighting like they had a deep-seated grudge without a single word. Each punch

and cigarettes. The two were evenly matched. At some

kicked Pete, sending him flying two

come

His suit sleeve was torn. He ripped off his jacket and threw it on Pete. His gaze

the right to fight